A Woman In the Rain

Rain falls on the lonely water’s edge, is it a tear of a forgotten woman? Sojourned on the surface of the water forming a bubble for a moment and sinking into a forgotten time to remain an oblivion because the bubble is incapable of becoming a swift current. It is moving alone. Because the woman in rain wanted to shake off lots of deep-rooted detestable memories and rancor she rushed to the shore and flew in the air as a mist after smashing into a break-water. She couldn’t get rid of her life-long ill-will she carried because she held onto false reality that caused her to stray farther away from the actuality. For her heart’s rending cry and struggle echoes vainly, the water’s edge’s monotonous rain is the forgotten woman’s ill-will. The rain becomes harder and harder for the weight of the dark cloud hangs over her head that is too heavy to hold, the woman kneels down by the shore her poor heart’s lost grudge hardened as a piece of wooden block and drifts along the water with the current that will never return.